It was nice; lots of laughter and help surrounded me.

The very last part of the recipe called for butter to be “sprinkled” on top of the rest of the ingredients. I wondered how to do that, exactly. Which is why my friends found me grabbing small chunks of butter and tossing it all over the macaroni. And yes, it was odd. I explained to them that I was trying to sprinkle it, but man, this butter was pretty unsprinkle-able.

So Shane said he’d do it.

And then he proceeded to drizzle the butter over the macaroni.

Which was fine, really, but I still maintain that the butter was quite unsprinkle-able. And if it had called for drizzling, well yes, I could have managed that just fine, thankyouverymuch.

But anyway.

The night reminded me of being on tour–all the best parts of it. The part where you let the conversation meander and suddenly find yourself in a lovely spot, made even more so by the fact that you could not have anticipated it. And how a conversation is like life in the way that it’s so much better with other people. How at some point, you look around and are in awe of the fact that you could never have gotten here without their involvement.

So yes, life.

It’s quite lovely in spots.

And those spots beat all, I think; they really do beat all.